In 57 years of deer hunting and 63 years of small game hunting, a few experiences stand out with many more having much in common. I was walking to one of my stands on Thanksgiving eve and heard the unmistakable call of a sandhill crane flock. High in the sky, they were, building altitude trying to catch a swift current south. I’ve never understood these migratory birds. I once saw a big flock resting on the Whitewater River above Brookville Reservoir. It was early December when they should have been much further south. Late February brings a multitude of flocks that just can’t seem to wait to get to their mating grounds at Jasper-Pulaski Fish and Wildlife Area.
Bramwell: Thoughts from the Deer Stand
Bramwell: Thoughts from the Deer Stand
Bramwell: Thoughts from the Deer Stand
In 57 years of deer hunting and 63 years of small game hunting, a few experiences stand out with many more having much in common. I was walking to one of my stands on Thanksgiving eve and heard the unmistakable call of a sandhill crane flock. High in the sky, they were, building altitude trying to catch a swift current south. I’ve never understood these migratory birds. I once saw a big flock resting on the Whitewater River above Brookville Reservoir. It was early December when they should have been much further south. Late February brings a multitude of flocks that just can’t seem to wait to get to their mating grounds at Jasper-Pulaski Fish and Wildlife Area.